Friday Night Drinks
It’s Friday, and I know what you’re thinking.
Waaa, DB1, I drank last night! I don’t want to go out drinking again!
Now you listen. And you listen good.
Look at this ubersquat piece of douchemeat.
He’s out there. Right now. Underwear peaking out. Jesus bling. Cuddling with the hott.
So what are you gonna do about it? Sit around bitching about it?
Well, yeah. I mean that’s what I do all day. But you can do something else.
You can get out there, drink yourself into a tizzy, and make fun of him to his face. Then hit on his hotties.
That’s right. Stop yer whining. Get out there. If your mocking only enters 1/10th of that primitive douche-brain of his, you’ll have accomplished something tonight. If you can save a hottie or two in the process? All the better, my friend. All the better.
